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Get Me A Sandwich!

This is going to be a short one but it makes me laugh.

My dad was an amazing guy. I loved him so much. He taught me so much but one of the things that I did not enjoy was when he would ask us to get him something. Whenever we got up or even if we were not getting up, he would ask us to make him a sandwich or get the remote or get him something to drink. 

It was awful. Well, as awful as it gets when children do not want to do something for their parents.

My sister and I would try to not even go to the bathroom so that we could avoid getting him something from the kitchen. It was so ridiculous. We were such pains. My dad was sick and most of the time he would just need us to get him a PB&J sandwich to help with his sugar levels but we didn't care. We were just lazy and did not want to do it. It is funny how now, I would do anything to have the opportunity to get him a PB&J again.

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  1. Cheryl LoganFebruary 27, 2012 at 9:21 AM

    Celisse,

    I have so many memories like this with my Dad. I would give anything to do those little things now. In the moment it drove me crazy! I know I am glad now for the all times I did those extra little things... Like you I would like the opportunity to give him just about anything one more time.

    Love,

    Cheryl
    Someone who understands the pain.

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